Chapter 85 Gun

• I stopped walking and looked at the person sitting in front of my parents' tombstone.
• I could feel my blood boiling with anger. Even after all these years, I still couldn’t deny that I recognized every detail of Lucas— his build, his movements. I could tell, and I could prove that it was him sitting there.
• After all the years we were together, I had memorized his posture. I just didn’t expect that we’d meet today, and in this exact place.